After a busy day, when Agatha returned to the castle, the sky was already completely dark.
Pushing open the door of her residence, she unexpectedly found Vendy waiting for her in the living room.
"Why are you so busy again?" The other side slightly frowned, but there wasn't the slightest hint of blame in her words, only pure concern, "In the future, you should come back earlier, at least have dinner with everyone."
"Sorry, I forgot to look at the sky," Agatha took off her coat and hung it at the door of the room, "I was only thinking about making the last batch of nitrogen, I didn't expect that it would already be dark the day after I left – but you have to blame the Lord, when the lights in the chemical plant are on, it's no different from daytime."
"I brought you dinner," Vendy sighed helplessly, "It's on the table, it's still hot, hurry up and eat."
"Sorry to trouble you," Agatha said, slightly moved. The other side was the most beloved witch of the Witch Cooperation Association, and also deeply trusted by the Lord. If she was in the Taquila, she would at least be the Executive under the Three Chiefs. Such a person unexpectedly brought her dinner, in the Union, it was absolutely impossible.
"You're welcome," Vendy patted her shoulder, "If you feel tired, remember to ask Echo to sing you a hot spring song, don't feel embarrassed … Don't forget that you're also a member of the Witch Union."
The Witch Union …
After closing the door, Agatha was silent for a moment, then went to the table and opened the insulated metal lunch box.
There were three dishes and one soup in the box. They were the fragrant barbecued steak, fried mushrooms, bread slices, and egg soup. To her surprise, there was a small plate in the corner of the box, half filled with honey.
She couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
She didn't expect that Vendy would actually notice this …
During the decades when the Taquila were fighting against the demons, all kinds of resources were getting more and more scarce, including food. Although Agatha's status was not low, she could only eat a variety of grains and fruits grown by the assistant witches. She also had meat, but the supply was not stable. As for spices, sugar, and honey, they were luxuries that only the higher-ups of the Union could enjoy. As for the latter, even if there were witches who could control bee swarms, they would be used on the battlefield instead of being used to make these dispensable sweets.
In fact, she was very fond of sweet things, especially honey.
During a barbecue banquet, most people would choose a combination of pepper powder and salt as a dressing, but she quietly brushed a jar of honey clean. He didn't expect that Wendy would see this scene.
She suddenly felt something coming from the bottom of her heart. Because she could not feel cold, she was not sensitive to warmth. She rarely used hot water when she took a bath because she did not want to bother Anna. Considering her identity and background, she even asked Roland to arrange a separate room for her, as if she lived alone on the top floor of the laboratory tower.
But now, she felt that the room was slightly cold.
Perhaps, it was not bad to live with others?
Agatha took out the honey, spread it evenly on the bread slices, and slowly put it in her mouth. This time, she really felt the warmth brought by the sweetness.
...
After dinner, she planned to read "Elementary Chemistry" for a while before going to bed. The knowledge might not help her advance further, but it would prevent her from being embarrassed in front of mortals.
Recently, there was a large group of strangers in the chemical factory. According to Paper, they were all from King's City Alchemist Workshop. Every day, Agatha could see them wandering between the laboratory and the factory. Sometimes it was Kyle Sichi who led them, and sometimes it was Kyle's disciple Chavez who led them. But no matter when she saw this group of people, they always had an expression of disbelief on their faces. Everyone's mouth was so wide that one could stuff an egg into it, as if this was the only expression they had. Moreover, a few overly curious fellows seemed to think that she was a famous alchemist. Whenever they had the chance, they would come over and ask her a few questions. At first, they were simple questions, but later on, they became difficult to answer.
In order to maintain the dignity of a Senior Witch and the honor of the Quest Society, Agatha decided to maintain this image.
But these days of getting along with them, she once again confirmed that the Union's approach was indeed wrong.
Roland had proved the wisdom of nobles, and these ordinary mortals also had wisdom no less than witches. It only took them a few days to master the operation of the nitrogen production equipment, and at the same time, to understand the process of extracting nitrogen. At first, they were still arguing about how many elements were in the air, but now they were discussing what synthetic ammonia was. There were even a few white-haired old men who asked Paper questions with smiles on their faces, which scared the hell out of Paper.
Obviously, they were learning everything about this place at lightning speed.
Thinking of this, Agatha could not help but sigh. Witches were neither the favored children of God, nor were they unfortunate people abandoned by God — they were essentially no different from mortals, it was just an inevitable fate. In this Battle of Divine Will, everyone had to bear the corresponding fate, and witches were only a small group of them.
She gradually began to believe that without any part of them, humans would not be able to win this battle of fate.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Agatha turned around and said, "The door is unlocked."
A tall blonde woman pushed the door open and came in. She did not pull up her hood, but Agatha felt that she was always shrouded in shadows.
Nightingale.
"What's the matter?"
"His Majesty wants to see you."
"If he wants to emphasize the theory of balancing work and rest so that I can come back earlier in the future, I already know. I'll be careful in the future. "Agatha curled her lips and said," I won't waste his precious time. "
"Really..." Nightingale blinked. To be honest, if they were not enemies, Nightingale seemed to be quite easy to talk to. "This is only one of the reasons. His Majesty also said that he wants to attack the demons."
Agatha was stunned for a moment. "What?" Then she threw the book in her hand on the table and said, "Take me there!"
...
Rushing into the lord's office, Agatha did not wait for Roland to speak and said anxiously, "You don't even have ten Longsong Cannons now, and you want to attack Devil's Town? Do you think they are as weak as humans? You only need to kill a few thousand of them, and they will abandon their armor and flee! You will destroy this city and the current good situation! "
"What?" Roland looked very surprised. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you want to attack the demons?"
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